America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 454 The paradise of chaebols \u0026 the hell of ordinary people

The other side of the planet.

JPMorgan Chase Bank headquarters in Manhattan, New York.

The head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller, pointed at James Robinson, who had a blank expression on his face and his eyes were blank, and said to John Chris Morgan who was accompanying him next to him:

"Is this what you said, the best trader at Morgan Chase? Are you really not mistaken?"

And John Cleese looked at James Robinson, who was full of confidence just a few days ago and looked like a Wall Street elite.

It has become a bit silly like today.

John Cleese couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Well, at least it was like this before. Before that, Mr. Robinson was indeed one of our best traders, um..."

"Then why is he looking like this now?"

"Forehead……"

John Cleese doesn't know how to explain it.

After thinking about it, he still said:

"It's related to Abel Smith. David, now I know why the Oilers call him the "Financial Moses." I have to say that this guy may really be a prophet in terms of finance."

David frowned.

The old man has since made a decision with John Cleese.

Wanted to teach the Dixie boys in Lay Texas a lesson.

In the next few days, David did not intervene in specific matters.

This is not because he is relieved about John Cleese, but because David is old after all.

My body function declined, and I happened to be feeling a little unwell during those few days, so I happened to be receiving treatment.

During his treatment, David lost some of his attention to this matter.

My health is much better today, and the head of Rockefeller rushed over immediately.

I didn't expect to see James Robinson here, looking like he was shocked and confused.

Hence the above question.

After expressing some emotion.

John Cleese told David the reason why James is like this now.

The situation is simple.

During the few days when David was absent, whenever John Cleese received information that Abel was personally operating over there.

James Robinson and several other JPMorgan Chase traders will also come online to compete against Abel.

It can be regarded as a direct battle with Abel on the frontal battlefield of finance.

The problem lies here.

Other times it's fine.

Once these few talented traders from the Morgan and Rockefeller families faced off against Abel for a few hours every day.

In the USD/JPY market, no matter how they trade, they are all beaten to pieces by Abel.

No matter how smart these people are, no matter how good their trading skills are.

As long as Abel is online.

No matter what operations they made at that time, Abel would make the most perfect counterattack.

It's okay once or twice, and it's the same every time.

These proud men in the financial world are all extremely proud figures in their own fields.

After repeated blows, members with poor temperaments like James Robinson became what they are now.

The look of decadence after a severe blow.

Listen to John Cleese's explanation.

David's cloudy eyes condensed.

"Really? Everyone is like this, every time?"

John Cleese smiled wryly and nodded.

The head of the Morgen family would not believe it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

But this time, as one of Abel's opponents.

John Cleese, who spent most of his time in several financial safe houses, saw Abel's trading methods many times.

James and others were targeted every time they made a transaction, and they were targeted with perfect restraint.

John Chris, who knew a lot about finance and had been seeing this situation for several days, was already feeling numb.

"That's the case. You can find someone else to find out later. In this matter, I don't think I need to lie." John Kreese said.

"Is this guy really a prophet? Or..."

David looked at the people around him and John Cleese.

The look in the old guy's eyes, without speaking, John Chris understood what he meant.

John Cleese hesitated and shook his head slightly, "David, I know what you mean. But it shouldn't be... Unless he installs real-time monitoring above each of our heads. Otherwise, it can't be done."

What David meant was that there might be Abel's spies on their side.

The spy revealed the trading methods here in real time.

But this was actually very difficult. Even they, who actually had people around Abel, had no way of getting the real-time situation.

Most of the information they can obtain is delayed by more than an hour.

The same goes for Abel.

Even if Abel can be with them, or plant spies in the financial safe houses of Morgan and Rockefeller.

If Abel wants to receive feedback information, there will also be a delay.

Not like now.

Abel's reaction was as if there was a real-time monitoring system above their heads.

"Substitute someone else."

David pointed at James Robinson, who had been so high-spirited in the past few days, "He is no longer suitable to be a trader. He is already a loser."

John Cleese nodded, and the two walked out of the financial safe house at the headquarters of Morgan Chase Bank side by side.

In the long corridor.

The two assistant bodyguards kept a distance from the two to ensure that their conversation would not be heard.

"It's not good if the situation continues like this. I took a look and found that the total floating loss is almost 10 billion US dollars."

"Yes. Indeed, the "Moses of Finance" is well-deserved. In the market, perhaps no one can beat him."

David frowned when he heard that John Cleese was so "ambitious".

"David."

John Cleese suddenly stopped, and the bodyguards behind them also stopped.

Rockefeller looked at him, saw this Morgan who was much younger than him, and raised his hand to gesture around his neck.

He was also heard saying: "He is abroad, in Singapore. Maybe..."

Unlike last time, when John Cleese raised the possibility.

David Rockefeller immediately objected.

This time the old guy was silent for a few minutes before gently shaking his head.

"That's a last resort, not something you can use now. John, don't forget this guy's identity. He's a Texan..."

John Chris was silent for a moment, he knew what David meant.

To be honest, in the United States, it is so normal to commit suicide by being shot eight times in the back.

This is a country where even a high-ranking official like the current Secretary of Commerce of the United States can crash in a plane; even a current commander-in-chief can be imaginative.

A train carrying hazardous chemicals derailed, and one environmental expert died, and two journalists died...

In the United States, no matter how big a person is, something "accidental" will happen.

It can be said that it is really not a surprise.

The problem is that the other party is the core figure of a large consortium.

More importantly, he is also the representative of the Texas consortium.

This latter identity can be said to be more troublesome for the two of them.

Especially this kid, he is very close to the California consortium and has close contacts with that guy Wilson.

If we really go out of our way to attack him, we must first determine whether we can succeed.

Even if it succeeds, the reaction there will probably be very intense.

If you want to appease the other party, there must be a lot of bleeding here.

Neither of them was willing to do something like heavy bleeding.

What's more, if it fails and the other party takes revenge...

David and John Cleese did not want to live the life of those American oligarchs during the Gilded Age.

Back then, consortium bosses were not as safe as they are now.

For example, when the company founded by the DuPont family was unable to beat its competitors in frontal business.

The DuPont family chose to use their own products to send the other party's factory and family to meet God.

This proves that their products are better than those of the other party.

Well, their products at that time were mainly various bombs and explosives...

At that time, the conglomerate oligarchs were just taking shape. It's normal for an oligarch to die every month.

Many of them happen to one family.

Wait until the end of the Gilded Age and enter the 20th century.

This kind of thing just disappeared.

The conglomerate oligarchs are becoming more and more powerful, order has been established, and they have become the safest people in the country.

What David is worried about is what they are doing now.

It would be nice if it worked.

If it fails.

Perhaps it might revive the era when oligarchs were in danger of themselves.

This kind of thing is really not a good choice for them who are already in high positions and no longer have to work hard.

John Cleese was also aware of David's concerns.

That's actually what he said.

If Morgon were to do it alone, John wouldn't do it.

Unless... Rockefeller comes with you!

Mainly because John was accustomed to using this method when facing competitors before, and he used it to every disadvantage.

This time I encountered a difficult enemy at the same level, so I kept thinking of using this method.

It can only be said that John Cleese has already relied on some routes in this regard...

"Maybe..." David, a wily man, suddenly said softly:

"Can we contact the Neon People? Now, besides us and Smith, the most urgent one must be the Neon People."

Our own country's currency has been treated as a platter by the two most terrifying financial giants in the world.

It’s impossible for Neon people not to be nervous.

John Cleese was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded with a smile:

"It's a good choice, you can try it."

David laughed.

…

…

April 4th.

It was the tenth day after Abel arrived in Singapore.

Siloso Beach.

This is one of the most famous beaches in Singapore, and it happens to be the 10th day since it was closed to the public.

It’s noon this day.

On the beautiful beach of Siloso, the blue water constantly washes the white and soft sand.

The sound of seagulls chirping in the distance echoed along with the sound of waves crashing on the beach.

What a beautiful blue sky, white clouds, and the tropical beauty of seagulls on the beach are in front of you.

But on the beach, the scenery is even more eye-catching and beautiful.

It’s not this miraculous work of nature.

"I've seen it, I've seen the report."

"Nenene - if this happens, will it... hahaha, I can't tell."

"Yeah, yeah - Xiuli, don't say such things, every time you... hahaha...

"Ah - nonsense, I didn't!"

Swish swish——

The sound of water washing against the beach continued, and the seagulls continued to chirp.

a few days ago.

These Southeast Asian beauties were very nervous when they settled here. They were very nervous and worried about the unknown situation.

After staying for a few days, I have already experienced what I need to experience.

What should be enjoyed has been enjoyed. . . .

They are no longer nervous or anxious now. . .

Instead, I began to be full of longing for the future, so I felt so relaxed at this moment, and there was a smile on my face.

If you look closely, you can see that each of them looks like they are laughing and playing in the water.

But actually...

If you observe carefully, you will find that their eyes are always looking to the northwest of the beach, under a coconut forest.

At the same time, they almost never forget to show off their beautiful figures in bikinis.

This is naturally because Abel, who made them look like this, is currently lying on a beach chair over there, basking in the relatively mild sunshine in Singapore in April morning, while looking not far away The playfulness of their beauties.

While listening to the voice of Edward, who was staring at the coconut tree next to him, as if the coconut tree was particularly beautiful, he was reporting the situation.

"Clayton Watson, Ankerian Camerin, Mimi Balgree, Mamie Riordan..."

Edward read out a long list of names.

Judging from the names, there are many men and women, and there are many of them. At first it sounds like there are more than a dozen people.

Probably more, 20 or more people.

Abel was not in the mood to finish listening. He interrupted Edward's report of reading the list.

"Are you sure you've checked it out? I don't want to wrongly accuse anyone."

"Yes. Each one has corresponding evidence. If sent to Prosecutor Morgenthau, the minimum sentence can be four or five years."

Edward said softly.

Abel nodded slightly.

Edward reported to him just now and read the names of these people.

In the past year, there have been some employees, subordinates, servants, and bodyguards around Abel and under his company who have cheated, been corrupt, or behaved in other ways that were inappropriate for Abel.

The so-called forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

Today's Abel, the people who work for him are making a living, even if you don't count the original group of people from the Texas Consortium.

Counting only the number of employees in Abel's own companies, the total number is almost over 100,000.

With so many people, it is impossible for everyone to work hard and be conscientious.

Nor could everyone be loyal to Abel.

There has always been a very secretive department within Rock Security.

The job of this department is to monitor those employees around Abel and his company who have made mistakes, and at the same time collect evidence.

The names of the twenty-some people Edward reported were employees who had committed more serious crimes and were closer to Abel.

“These people, do they have family members working here with us?”

Abel spoke softly.

"There are 26 people in total, 6 of them have family members working in different companies of yours." Edward said softly.

"Kick these six people and their families out."

"For these 26 individuals, different punishments will be imposed based on the seriousness of their respective crimes."

Abel looked at Edward and suddenly made a gesture similar to the one John Cleese made to David Rockefeller not long ago.

His right hand lightly scratched his neck.

"The ten most serious ones are like this."

"The rest will be given to Prosecutor Morgenthau."

"We need to kill some chickens to warn some monkeys, got it?"

Hear what the boss says and see his actions.

Edward was stunned for a moment, looking at his boss's calm but cold eyes.

Edward paused for breath, then nodded immediately: "I understand, BOSS."

Abel stood up from the beach chair with satisfaction. He patted the shoulder of the former retired captain of the U.S. Army Special Forces.

"Edward, sometimes it's not that I want to do this. But when we don't do this, the enemy will become more and more cruel. This world is a big place, and people die every hour and every second of every day."

"So it's very normal for people to die."

"If we do wrong, God will take them."

"If we do it right, so much the better. Satan will be happy to support us in doing so."

"Go ahead, I'm sure in the future. You'll be proud of what Sammy and Demon have accomplished."

Demon and Sammy are the names of two of Abel's many godsons and goddaughters.

The name of the father of his two godsons/goddaughters is Edward Sefolossa.

It is the bodyguard captain who is standing next to Abel now.

"I believe there will be that day."

Edward took a deep breath, with a firm and confident smile on his face.

Abel smiled back, then waved gently to signal Edward to go do something, and he turned around and walked towards the beach.

See him coming.

The most outstanding beauties in the Southeast Asian entertainment industry are having more fun and fun.

Some are excessive, or some are daring, and even deliberately have their bikini shoulder straps or trousers pulled off by their companions "accidentally" during playfulness, revealing white...

They were not afraid of light leakage, because they knew that everything within one kilometer of Siloso Beach was closed.

The security team of the world's richest man guards the sky, sea and land in any direction leading here.

Here, apart from female employees, there is only one male resident, Abel.

Not to mention a little bit of light leaking, they are not afraid even if they don't wear anything at all.

What's more, they have already played more ridiculous games before this.

Sky, body, beach, etc., let alone nothing.

"Hahaha... My dears, I'm here."

Abel smiled and approached them, causing them to laugh louder and give small cheers.

Joyful laughter resounded over Siloso Beach.

What contrasted sharply with this laughter was the screams of the ambulance that left here that afternoon.

The ambulance sent away was the Smith Financial Safe House in the corner of the manor house. Two employees had problems.

These two people are both elite Smith traders from New York.

One of them suffered a heart attack and died suddenly on the spot.

Another got food poisoning and was taken to the hospital, never to return.

And the next day.

Over in the United States, there are just a few more people killed in shootings.

A few days later, several Americans died in car accidents, adding to the number of car accident deaths in the United States that year.

At the same time, the Texas Consortium and the Smith Department launched a search that was not open to the public.

More than 500 people have been prosecuted by the Houston prosecutor, the Manhattan District Attorney, the Los Angeles prosecutor, etc...

In this world, some people are born as cows and horses, and some are born in Rome.

In this world, some people live as if they are in heaven.

Then of course someone is going to hell.